All Chapters of Tears Of A Broken Omega : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Rhea POVA heavy, awkward silence hung between us as Sarah led me back toward the banquet hall.Why wasn’t she saying anything?Why wasn’t she interrogating me?She had literally seen me in Kale’s arms kissing him, yet she hadn’t reacted at all. What was she thinking?Maybe it was because I was so used to being questioned over things like this that the silence itself made me nervous.I couldn’t take it anymore.“Sarah… can I talk to you?” I whispered, my voice shaky around the edges while my heart pounded hard against my chest.Her steps slowed before she finally turned to look at me.“About… about what happened… I…”“You don’t need to explain yourself to me,” she cut in calmly.I blinked at her.“You don’t hate me or anything?” I asked quietly, worried this would somehow make her pull away from me.We were only just starting to get close, and the last thing I wanted was for this to ruin that. I knew how people around here acted once someone became a target of gossip or judgment. I di

Rhea POV Isa was wrong. Dorian didn’t love me. He had almost killed me. That was how little I meant to him. He had been seconds away from ending my life over a kiss. Kale would never put his hands on me like that. He would never hurt me this way. “You said you didn’t want kids,” I continued after the silence dragged on, him just staring at me. “You put me on birth control pills so I couldn’t have your child while you fucked me whenever you wanted. I took those pills religiously. I never skipped a single day. Not once.” My voice sounded steadier now. Colder. “I thought you hated the idea of having children,” I admitted quietly before swallowing the painful lump in my throat. “But maybe… maybe you just hated the idea of having one with me.” Which was fine, I guessed. I never wanted a child with him either. And now that I finally understood that much, maybe I could stop hoping he’d eventually change. Stop letting my mind wander into stupid fantasies that were never going to

Dorian POV The cold shower did absolutely nothing to calm my anger. If anything, I felt worse after stepping out of the bathroom. A towel hung low around my waist as I walked back into the room, my fists clenched so tightly that my partially extended claws dug into my palms. The sharp sting grounded me in a way nothing else could right now. Rhea was still sitting on the edge of the mattress completely naked, her head lowered enough for her hair to hide most of her face, making it impossible to read her expression. But the way her fingers dug into the mattress told me more than enough. She was still angry. “For fuck’s sake,” I muttered under my breath before moving toward the closet and aggressively rummaging through it. I pulled out a pair of dark pants and a black shirt, yanking them on with more force than necessary. By the time I was fully dressed, she still hadn’t moved from that same spot. And for some reason, that irritated me even more. I didn’t like this

Rhea POV“I thought you wouldn’t make it,” Kale said as he pulled the car door open for me, motioning for me to get in.“Thank you,” I replied with a small smile as I slid into the passenger seat. “Honestly, I didn’t think I would either. But there was a last minute change,” I added after he settled behind the wheel.He looked practically glowing today. The brightest smile I’d seen on his face in weeks stretched across his lips, and seeing it made something warm flutter in my chest even while guilt twisted low in my stomach.Truthfully, I hadn’t planned on meeting him today at all. But after everything that had happened with Dorian, I just needed to get away.Away from the estate. Away from him. And most importantly, away from the suffocating silence inside my own head.I had changed out of my uniform before leaving and slipped into a simple cream-colored sundress that stopped just above my knees, paired with flat sandals. The dress was light and flowy, something Kenzie had forced me

Rhea POVHours later, my cheeks already ached from smiling, and my stomach hurt from eating so much that there was literally no room left for anything else.The market had completely transformed once night fell, and the crowd from earlier had thinned out a little.We found a small wooden bridge arching over a narrow creek, tucked away from the noise and bright lights. The water moved slowly beneath us, reflecting broken fragments of stars across the dark ripples.Kale leaned against the railing beside me, a half-eaten pastry forgotten in his hand.“You’ve been quiet,” he observed.“I’m tired,” I admitted, even though that wasn’t the whole truth.The truth was, I didn’t want the night to end. Out here, away from everything, I had almost forgotten about the bruises hidden beneath my scarf.And more importantly, the man who had put them there.Almost.“Ahh… this place is so nice,” I sighed, clutching the shawl tighter around my shoulders.“I knew you would like it,” Kale replied softly.